Hi Readers! I'm sharing some of my excitement... I wrote this line yesterday:
Love was an errant master, choosing who it would without reason.
Don't you agree with the above?
Here's the thing, I've passed the 60K word count on Singers and that seems to "flip the writing switch." I'll be in a frenzy of writing; sliding toward 80K in the next 10 days or so. My editor should get this work on Valentine's Day.
Be Mine, right? ;)